Paro(noia)

I'm tryna step out with the bros

Mum keeps asking me questions

Why she won't leave me alone?

I'm responding with passive aggression

She moves like I'm brandishing weapons

But all now no weapon in sight

She moves like I'm peddling white

But I'm just tryna step with the guys, hmm

But the city's on flames

So I can't blame her, the ends still baking

"Look, Mum, you're making me late

We'll speak on it later, my friends still waiting"

So I put my hand on her shoulder

Remind her I'm grown, just to calm her down

Never been one for the drama

She told me, "You're just like your father, wow!"

I know broski's steaming, grabbed the key and I dashed out quick

It was like Wednesday evening, two man deep in a blacked-out whip

I see feds in the rear-view scheming

I stay clean, but my heart rate rising

What if they blast their sirens?

Bro said, "Fuck what they ask! Stay silent!"

But they drove right past us, must be the PTSD

Wish I could rewind back to the times I was worried bout GCSEs

The weed helps to put me at ease

But when you're addicted, it's bitter and sweet

Got me kissing my teeth

Man sit back in the Bimmer and skeet, immediately, yeah

Life gets tough when you're paro

I ain't making it up

It gets nuts, I ain't trusting my shadow

Better not play with your luck

That's why I take time

Watch everything twice

Can't move bait when you're up

'Cause man try watch with a devilish eye

Can't get rid of this feeling

I got so many questions

Heard that the mirror's revealing

So I dodge and avoid the reflection

Yeah, I know I need healing, but really it's just a matter of time

You can call this a guide called on how to survive with a paranoid mind

Bro skr'd off in a mood

We pulled up to the lights, right next to a ride with a couple of youths

They're thinking they're tough and they're hard

They're watching the car, we're watching them too

I remember when mum said, "Son

You don't play with a man that's got nothing to lose"

I got nothing to prove, plus I dunno what he's got in his boot

But really I'm done with the pride ting

They're in love with the hyping

They move dumb like it's fun and exciting

Till somebody's life gets lost

Try stay far from that violent stuff

But I ain't stupid

If he ain't moving right, then we write him off

Gotta thank God that the light turned green

Taking the right down Frances Street

I don't like how the night just started

I hope his insurance and license clean

'Cause I ain't got time to be stopped

I want me a Sprite, let's slide to the shop

Step through, it's all eyes on me

Ain't really surprised, but slightly I'm shocked

Yeah, I just stepped inside, I'm getting this vibe that my man's shifty

He must think I'm fool and I'm risking my freedom for £5.50

That's the life of a black man

Gotta watch over your shoulder

Feels like I'm stuck in a loop

The same old cycle over and over

Over and over

Life gets tough when you're paro

I ain't making it up

It gets nuts, I ain't trusting my shadow

Better not play with your luck

That's why I take time

Watch everything twice

Can't move bait when you're up

'Cause man try watch with a devilish eye

Can't get rid of this feeling

I got so many questions

Heard that the mirror's revealing

So I dodge and avoid the reflection

Yeah, I know I need healing, but really it's just a matter of time

You can call this a guide called how to survive with a paranoid mind